<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574822732210722386</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:52:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life... 사랑해yo!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-zhunzhunguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574822732210722386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-zhunzhunguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359230522112532350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/S0tpCwFMeyI/AAAAAAAAACw/meR0nb61hwU/S220/new2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574822732210722386.post-3539031303113132831</id><published>2009-12-19T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:36:21.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why good things always have to end? why.... why?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyyEoBeW34I/AAAAAAAAACI/pxInOeuNOfc/s1600-h/nerd+me+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyyEoBeW34I/AAAAAAAAACI/pxInOeuNOfc/s320/nerd+me+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416850274945261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do to make her love me more.. or all these things that i done was all wrong? can someone please tell me..... what is wrong.... or izzit wrong to love someone too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so much things... trying to make her happy... i don't mind everytime send her home cause i want her to be safe no matter how long or late it takes(at times i took cab or walk home when there are no buses left)... the traveling hours took about roughly 1hr 30mins (including waiting for bus and walking distance) from bedok to hougang and changes 2-3 buses depend on which way i took. I help her pray for her studies(I told god i really don't mind it takes a few % of my life away to help her)[she told me before she don't wish to live so long that why i also don't mind follow her all the way even till death], I will take note for everything she said and try to get it for her also as a surprise(cause every words from her is very important to me).. she said the cushions on the minitoons the bugs bunny and the tazmania are cute(so i brought it and wanted to give her as a christmas present and also our late 5th month anniversary gift), she said she like flowers(so that day i plan to meet her at somewhere, but actually i estimate the time the bus will pass by before the destination and suddenly get into the bus and give her the pink flower for surprise as our 4th month anniversary),  she said she jealous her model friends using LV bags..etc(so i brought a guess bag for her for our 3rd month anniversary but she don't seems to like it cause of wasting money)[that why i fold a bottle of stars with mini small bottles of different colour stars and also some hearts in it hope to amend from my previous fail gift.. it the 1st time i do this for a girl],she said she wanna gain some weight and she was sick that time can't go out(i was so worried cause fall sick sure will lose some weight, so i brought some chocolates, cheese &amp;amp; yogurt and even write a love letter for her give her a surprise by not telling her i going to find her hope can cheer her up so will recover faster.. tat our 2nd anniversary) she said she like clubbing it is the 1st time she been there lucky her mum allow her and can see she really enjoy it(although i dun really like clubbing cause of too crowded but as long as she is happy i'm even more happier ^^ that our 1st month anniversary we spent at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when we quarrel it really hurts u.. but it hurts me too.. i was so regretted and i never forgive myself. I may look like as if it already over yes it already over but my heart still felt guilty that why i have some changes in me and keep remind myself not to quarrel be understanding but it still takes time to change a person.. i know u can't really see the changes in me but i really change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday... i saw something that i not suppose to see.. i can't believe my eyes.. she already accepted another guy... but that day we are still couple... i really can't believe that i trusted her so much.. all the things she said is lies? or? hais i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takes lots of care k.. remember to eat as least abit even if no time, drink more water when eating fries, bath earlier before go sleep and when pple bully u try to defend urself okie? don't let them take advantage of u or let me know i will try my very best to help u even we are friends now... (The End)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5574822732210722386-3539031303113132831?l=the-zhunzhunguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-zhunzhunguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3539031303113132831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-zhunzhunguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dunno-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574822732210722386/posts/default/3539031303113132831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574822732210722386/posts/default/3539031303113132831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-zhunzhunguy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dunno-what-to-do.html' title='Why good things always have to end? why.... why?!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359230522112532350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/S0tpCwFMeyI/AAAAAAAAACw/meR0nb61hwU/S220/new2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyyEoBeW34I/AAAAAAAAACI/pxInOeuNOfc/s72-c/nerd+me+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574822732210722386.post-1359850692683638893</id><published>2009-12-14T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:56:39.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyUZv8MsbxI/AAAAAAAAABg/EzSC-H0rW2Y/s1600-h/1st+time+when+i+saw+her.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyUaImr6N0I/AAAAAAAAABw/GOMoUw6lXZE/s320/YEAH%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414762862108882754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyUac3HDsXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/80Rm3aPz37M/s1600-h/Our+Love+Story+Begins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyUac3HDsXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/80Rm3aPz37M/s320/Our+Love+Story+Begins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414763210115101042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55t9-7mfAaM/SyUao3VTdXI/AAAAAAAAACA/XfJ-sPWBoO0/s1600-h/Precious+Happy+Moment+we+spent+together.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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